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When I wake up in the morning, I feel
like bashing his head in with my alarm clock. Instead, I just roll over and
and take the sand out of my bellybutton. I'd leave it there but then it would get
wet and then I'd feel icky
and sticky, and call myself Ricky, and hurry to the tuck shop so to buy myself a bicky. Then I would go to gym, where I would deliberately forget my shorts (and underwear), and be forced to run around
in 5 inch heels shouting "I'm not smarter than a 5th Grader".
